Aight, so "unity" is a five-letter word U-N-I-T-Y You know another five-letter word That means the same thing? (Ayy, tribe) Yeah, okay (Tribe, let's go) One-two-three plus me, monkeys in a barrel (Ayy, barrel) Don't send no more tea, [?] both apparel (Ayy) Stomp like fo-fi-fee from the road of narrow (Ayy) Tribe looks so OP, son, you wouldn't dare (No) Yeah, like the Rat Pack vibe when we does that (When we does that) And it's tap, tap, swipe 'cause the buzz back (With the buzz) And I'm flyin' out my wife, that's a must have Baby said that I'm her only type You know we gon' show out Holy Smoke every single time (Okay, okay) And if somebody try my brother I think I might start a riot (Okay, okay, okay) The Messiah gave me piece of mind so I Don't switch to violence (Okay, brr, brr) At the highest, think I might be biased (Brr), you ain't gotta buy it I decided if we buildin' something, we do it like the Mayans And the Giants playing I Spyin', now they want to try it And I know Vllg stay up 'bout it, Tribe is multiplying (Vllg) They be lyin' and we high-fivin' games on the rise What's up? (Ayy) I climb and I climb But I ain't lookin' down My team back on the ground I know they'll catch me when I fall I stumble sometimes I've taken my L's But I ain't by myself (Dyllie) I know that the whole clique carry the ball (Yeah, okay) Me and all my tribe, we kick it like La Liga, I'm the keeper I just left the chapel with my mamacita, real believer Like I'm Bieber, yeah, I'm chiefin', just not chiefin' like Khalifa I just need my R-E-S-P-E-C-T like I'm Aretha (Okay, right) Speakin' of the oldies, my verse is more like doo-wop (Yeah) They hustle, gang, and G.D.O.D (Yeah) I'm spreadin' love, I'm headin' for Heaven I'm like if 2Pac heard the voice of the true God Or maybe like if Lupe got sick of the Q'uran We sicker than Wuhan, blood thicker than water (Yeah) But blood from livin' water made covenant with the Father And in the event that daughters and sons of Elohim Let the Spirit intervene, I know that we could get farther Hard of hearin', Father Godly got the serum (Okay) Heart of stone, turned to Yahweh fearin' With the bros, we done caught the Spirit Pathway home all inside the lyrics I climb and I climb But I ain't lookin' down My team back on the ground I know they'll catch me when I fall I stumble sometimes I've taken my L's But I ain't by myself I know that the whole clique carry the ball I know that the whole clique carry the ball

Ayo, I'm telling you we not stopping Dyllie Man, y'all already know what the vibe is 931, 615 (yes sir) I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop (get my dreads right) Dyllie turn the beat into a bop (get my steps right) Baby girl holy and she hot (and she hot, yeah) Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop (yeah, okay, alright) Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind, Tony Hawk Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear, Goldilocks Wrote it down in ten flat (yeah, look), that's a throwaway or not (yeah) Steppin' out of fear of God and I got the Fear of God Dying just to live, that's a paradox (go, go) Yeah, tryna touch a milli' 'fore I'm carried off Leave a legacy to my lil' children they could carry on Caring for my enemies, here for infinity (forever) Lot of y'all just got the Karen energy I just want my people free from the Devil's tyranny Put it on a village beat (yeah), now I know they hearin' me (ayy) I could never sell my soul to Pharaoh, that's hilarity I be dodging arrows from the Devil like a Cherokee (go, go) Baby girl is sweet as Sara Lee in all sincerity Invariably, you not a Pharisee, you just a parody (yee) I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop (get my dreads right) Dyllie turn the beat into a bop (get my steps right) Baby girl holy and she hot (and she hot, yeah) Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop (yeah, okay, alright) Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind, Tony Hawk Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear, Goldilocks Wrote it down in ten flat (yeah, look), that's a throwaway or not (yeah) I ain't gon' quit 'til they turn me to a flip (ayy) Holy hand on the script (ayy), I need bags for my chips (ayy) I don't hit tricks, my baby like cash to yo' cent, yeah Ever since I got a backhand for my sins, yeah Willy Shakes with the pen, I might have to set a trend (yeah) I'ma pop by the end, got too many famous friends (yeah, way too many) Spirit moves when I'm weak so I wear it like my skin To my scars and my pain and I turn it to my brand If my arm's in the air then I got the upper hand (like this?) Satan always double sin, I ain't got no time for him If I pop like a star, I'ma stick it when I land Holy blicky left hand, man, y'all 'bout to get the blam I ain't gon' stop 'til they turn me to a Pop (get my dreads right) Dyllie turn the beat into a bop (get my steps right) Baby girl holy and she hot (and she hot, yeah) Only time I'm cuffin' like a cop (yeah, okay, alright) Look, Dyllie made a holy bop, Soli Deo Gloria Like a Rollie, I don't stop, on my grind, Tony Hawk Like my hair, I got it locked, I'm a bear, Goldilocks Wrote it down in ten flat (yeah, look), that's a throwaway or not Ayo, somebody make sure that we exclusive special edition only Pops, a'ight? We need to be available in all the stores but at limited quantities, a'ight? You know me, I gotta have the Yankee fitted with the Throwback And make sure we all got the Fear of God's on a'ight? Listen, make sure Dyllie's dreads is tight And I need Mogli's beard lookin' sharp And make sure that Jon's is extra skinny with the ring on the left hand You heard? U P P E R H A N D